Zongman: This friendly communication system is too friendly

In the time it took Director Ochiai to be stunned, a storm had already flashed through Conan's mind.

He was certain that there must be some hidden secret behind the fact that Wang Changsheng and other children from big families were staying here.

Maybe it has something to do with the haunted art gallery.

I have to say, his guess was very bold.

After all, no one would have thought that a few little kids could be involved in anything.

However, Conan himself has changed from a high school student to a child, so his vigilance towards everything and the degree to which he can use his imagination are much higher than others.

To them, a big family means being rich, powerful and influential.

People, organizations, and even families that possess these three things will more or less be involved in some gray areas.

This is almost inevitable.

If we follow his logic, then he might be able to use the power of Wang Changsheng and others to secretly investigate the identity of the man in black who had killed him last time.

However, this matter is very sensitive, and Conan will never tell Wang Changsheng and others about it casually.

Even if he wanted to use his power to find the identity of the man in black, he would only do it in secret. At most, he would ask Wang Changsheng indirectly about the news that might be circulated among several big families and big forces.

Conan felt that it might be more useful to ask Sonoko about this matter, after all, the Suzuki family is also a very powerful force.

But Yuanzi is a rough-minded girl and almost never asks about family matters.

"Oh, forget it, let's investigate it ourselves. If this matter can be done without involving others, then don't involve others." Conan sighed secretly, then raised his head and said to Wang Changsheng, "Brother Wang, didn't you just say that you met Director Ochiai's grandson? But judging from what the director's grandfather said, he doesn't seem to have a grandson."

Conan narrowed his eyes and stared at Wang Changsheng like a little adult. If you didn't know him, you would think he was a policeman interrogating a suspect.

"Oh, you are asking about Xiaoyou, right?" After hearing Conan say this, Director Ochiai also reacted and couldn't help but clap his hands and laugh.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Conan: "..."

Why did he suddenly start laughing?

Director Ochiai was so amused that he couldn't stop laughing and laughed for a long time before he calmed down.

"How could Xiaoyou be a boy?" Director Ochiai patted Conan's head, then turned back to look at Wang Changsheng, Xiaoying and the others, "That's my granddaughter, not my grandson."

"Ah?"

After hearing this, Wang Changsheng, Zhishi and the other two, who had originally felt very strange, finally understood.

"No wonder I thought that child was so cute, so pretty, it turns out to be a girl!" Sakura blinked blankly.

Chiyo nodded slightly in agreement.

"Ochiai Yu... Xiao Yu..." After Wang Changsheng learned that the child was not a boy but a girl, he suddenly felt a sense of familiarity in his heart.

However, he couldn't figure out where this sense of familiarity came from for a long time.

In the end, I had to give up.

Director Ochiai then continued, "Because my art museum will be open soon, my granddaughter wanted to come and see me today. She just went home."

Having said that, Director Ochiai glanced at Wang Changsheng and the others, then set his eyes on Inspector Megure: "Xiaoyou is just a child. There is no need to involve the child in the case, right?"

What he meant by this was to tell the police that there was no need to investigate his granddaughter, and he also didn't want her to suffer any possible psychological trauma.

At the same time, he also blamed the police for gathering so many innocent and naive children here.

Oh, God.

Look at this innocent child with a red bow tie around his neck. He is so cute.

Won’t you feel cold wearing shorts like this?

Conan had no idea what Director Ochiai thought of him in his heart.

Hearing his words, Conan narrowed his eyes and continued in an innocent tone: "Oh? Director Grandpa, do you know what case has happened?"

"Huh?" Director Ochiai was stunned.

Wang Changsheng keenly noticed the fleeting moment of stiffness in his body caused by nervousness.

Conan obviously noticed it too.

Some of his guesses were more inclined towards the old curator.

"Of course I don't know what the case is, but with so many police officers dispatched, it should not be a small matter, right? Little boy, why are you asking this?" Director Ochiai was an experienced man. He was a little nervous because of Conan's casual question, but the nervousness disappeared in the blink of an eye. He looked relaxed and continued to stroke Conan's dog head.

Huh?

Why do I feel like there are two big bags?

Director Ochiai felt a strange touch on his palm and couldn't help but feel puzzled. He instinctively touched the two big bags with his fingers and squeezed them hard twice.

"Ouch!"

Conan took a deep breath and quickly took two steps back, leaving Director Ochiai's side.

He held his head with his two little hands again.

I#@%?#*&!

It hurts so much!

Conan grimaced in pain, his eyes wide open.

"Ah? Sorry, sorry..."

At this moment, Director Ochiai also reacted and realized that what he had just touched might be Conan's...wound?

He quickly bowed to the child and apologized.

Leave

My head hurts so much, like something is growing inside me. I'm very sleepy and I don't know what's wrong. It's been hurting for two days. It hurts when I lower my head, when I cough, and when I wake up. My nose hurts...

I had nightmares in the afternoon.

Suddenly I dreamed of a junior high school classmate (he was very tall and strong). In the dream, he was about two meters tall.

I don’t know why I dreamed of him. We were both teaching in the same apartment, and I was going to the first floor to pick up the child.

I went there by myself. When I entered the elevator, there were only a few tiny lights flickering above my head, and the entire elevator was extremely dark.

There are three floors.

I pressed the elevator button for the first floor but there was no response. I thought I pressed the wrong button and pressed a few more buttons randomly, but the elevator still didn't move.

At that time, I thought to myself, don't panic - take out your phone first,

Click on the flashlight.

As a result, the flashlight didn't turn on, and my glasses were missing for some reason, so I couldn't see anything clearly. I tried desperately to press the elevator button and forgot all about not panicking.

Then suddenly a feeling of suffocation rushed into my heart and I woke up with shock.

Later I thought it might be because of the constant buzzing of the renovation work downstairs or somewhere else, I covered my ears with a pillow, and it was too tight to breathe, so I had this dream, haha, what a strange dream, especially that junior high school classmate, I don’t know why I dreamed of him (I’m a little forgetful now whether it was him, I feel like it was him)

Chapter 190 Uncle Maori, I will no longer doubt your identity as a prophet

"It's okay, Director Grandpa, I don't feel any pain at all, really..."

Conan was holding his dog head. Seeing the old man bowing to him, he quickly took a few steps back and a forced smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

However, despite saying this, Wang Changsheng could hear a hint of gritted teeth in the tone.

This made him laugh like a pig.

Why are you holding your head if it doesn’t hurt?

Officer Megure frowned and looked at Director Ochiai and asked, "Excuse me, could you please pull up the surveillance footage from the Hell Hall?"

Upon hearing this, Director Ochiai turned his gaze away from Conan and shook his head, looking a little embarrassed: "I'm afraid not."

"Hmm?" Inspector Megure's brows furrowed even deeper. His eyes were filled with sharpness as he stared at Director Ochiai. "Why?"

Although Inspector Megure's eyes were intimidating, it was obvious that Director Ochiai had also seen some ups and downs.

He was not frightened by Inspector Megure. He only had a faint smile on his face. He had completely calmed down and responded calmly:

"Many people saw this today. Boss Manaka came to my place and threw a tantrum. I didn't want to disrupt the other guests' visit, so I took him to my office and asked the designer he brought with him to take a closer look. But once he got in, he started smashing things. I told him there were surveillance cameras, but he and his men stormed into the surveillance room, deleted all the footage, and even destroyed the system."

Officer Memu: "..."

Wang Changsheng: "..."

Conan: "..."

This……

Is this what they call - those who do evil will eventually perish?

Inspector Megure was so shocked by the stupidity of Boss Manaka that he almost suffocated.

But there was nothing he could do.

After all, the other party shot themselves in the foot.

Without surveillance, we can only see if we can get any information from Boss Manaka.

only……

Inspector Megure glanced at the people busy in the Hell Exhibition Hall, then turned back to look at Director Ochiai.

Although they are not sure whether Boss Manaka's experience is related to the director, judging from his attitude, even if there is, they will probably find it difficult to find out anything.

After all, the person is not dead, he is just almost a disabled person.

"Officer Megure, the search is almost complete."

At this moment, a young police officer ran out of the Hell Exhibition Hall, walked up to Inspector Megure, and reported with a notebook in his hand.

Inspector Megure glanced at the group of people present and found that whether it was Kogoro Mouri, Conan, Wang Changsheng, Tomoyo, Sakura, the curator and others, they were all staring at him with burning eyes, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

However, the people here are either the director of this art gallery, or the detectives involved in this incident, or some small brats who seem to be related to this case and have deep power...

After a moment's silence, Inspector Megure coughed twice, then said to the young police officer, "Did you find anything?"

When the young officer heard his superior's question, he answered honestly, "We found two very strange things."

"Oh? Tell me more about it." Inspector Megure became interested.

"In the Hell exhibition hall, a painting has disappeared. Furthermore, a suit of armor inside seems to be out of place. It feels like someone has moved it. However, after a simple search, no fingerprints or traces were found. It's as if..."

The young police officer seemed a little hesitant when he said this.

"Just like what?" Inspector Megure asked with a frown.

The young police officer hesitated for a moment before finally offering his bold guess: "It's as if... the armor moved on its own..."

"ah!"

After hearing what the cop said, before Inspector Megure and the others could say anything, Ran, who was standing next to Uncle Mori, suddenly covered her mouth and exclaimed, "It was that armor! It was the one that did it! It's the one that made Boss Manaka look like this!"

Inspector Megure's frown never relaxed. He silently glanced at Uncle Mori, who was also very understanding. He quickly pulled Xiaolan to stop her nonsense: "Xiaolan! What are you talking about? The armor is a dead object. How could it possibly attack Boss Manaka!"

Uncle Maori stopped Xiaolan from saying anything else and instead set his eyes on Director Ochiai.

His sharp eyes made even Director Ochiai, who had a calm expression and even a hint of surprise, satisfaction, and confusion about who the murderer was, stunned.

"Mr. Mori, are you doubting me?" Director Ochiai said.

Inspector Megure also looked over. In fact, he had already understood the general situation here. Among all the people, only the director of the art museum was the most suspicious.

"Humph." Uncle Maori's smile was a bit smug and exaggerated. "Are you still pretending? I already know who attacked Boss Manaka!"

Director Ochiai froze.

"Ah?"

After hearing what Uncle Maori said, everyone present was stunned.

Wang Changsheng and Conan raised their eyebrows and looked at the confident Uncle Maori.

Wang Changsheng, who has watched Conan movies for many years, understands a law in the Conan world.

Being identified as the murderer by Inspector Megure and Uncle Mori is like being given gold water.